One hour.
Two hours.
Having recovered her magic power, Milien, drenched in blood, once again recklessly released a "Curry Stick".
The golden radiance tore through the sky and also cleared one side of the battlefield.
Milien's Noble Phantasm "Sword of Determined Victory", whether in terms of attack power or capture range, could be called a top-grade Noble Phantasm, making Milien the MVP of the battlefield, second to none—for the time being.
"I want to know, your goddess of faith... 'Xi', where is she?"
Yi Lin's gaze receded from the battlefield.
He stood not far from Gilgamesh, and after carefully choosing his words, he asked.
"Hah," Gilgamesh said with a smirk, not even glancing at Yi Lin, and laughed: "Caster, before you pose a question to the merciful King Uruk, you must first show you have the credentials for this king to even look at you. This king never answers boring questions from ants."
Yi Lin smiled faintly.
He replied to the proud King Gilgamesh with one word.
